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Thursday, August 8, 2013

PROMOTIONAL TOUR: The Manhattanites Series by Avery Aster

The Manhattanites is an extended modern erotic romance series
of full length juicy melodramas multilayered on love, friendship, and drama to
the hilt. If you grew up reading Jackie Collins, Judith Krantz and Danielle
Steel you will devour this series as each book may be read as a stand alone.
Sex & The City fans who watch TV shows like Girls (HBO), Mistresses
(ABC/BBC Drama), and The Bold & the Beautiful (CBS) love The Manhattanites
series. Avery’s characters are over the top. They have raunchy sex, speak their
minds and always get what they want.

UNSCRUPULOUS(#2 The
Manhattanites)

Content Warning: due to graphic
sex scenes, strong language, suggestive themes, mature humor, and just about everything
your friends ever told you not to do–including getting vajazzled, this novel is
for adults only.

At thirty-three Warner Truman is
one of the richest men on the planet, a spa mogul who buys and sells resorts at
will. He holds powerful executive’s careers in his well-groomed hands. Nothing
is beyond Warner’s reach…until he meets her.

Stunning, tantalizing, and
perverse, Taddy Brill captivates Warner’s carnal desire like no woman he’s ever
met. A self-made millionaire, Taddy is tougher than steel, more brilliant than
diamonds and, at twenty-seven, she’s never depended on a man for anything…until
she meets him.

The more Taddy plays with
Warner’s affections, driving him to erotic heights, the more she is confronted
by a dark past. But before she can love him, Taddy must meet her worst fears
head-on or risk losing it all, including herself

Milan’s notorious playboy,
Massimo Tittoni, seems to have everything–Lamborghinis, exotic women, palaces
throughout Europe and business success. Ramping up his fabric company to go
global with a new apparel brand, he ruthlessly stops supplying fabrics to the
American client who inspired the collection. But once they meet, what’s he
willing to give to get her in his bed?

Upper East Side designer Lex
Easton will be damned if she’ll let an Italian stud muffin knock her down. So
what if she named her favorite vibrator after him. With Fashion Week
approaching, she’ll do whatever it takes to secure the fabrics she needs to
become the next Diane von Furstenburg– even sleep with her rival. But when she
arrives in Europe the paparazzi chronicles her every move and she finds herself
in a situation never imagined. Lex’s Louboutins stilettos are dug in deep to
win this war. All’s fair in love and fashion!

Warner Truman finds his hotel in a media nightmare. He’s
gone to the Cannes Police Station to press charges against the culprit. Taddy
Brill jets in from NYC to bail her assistant out of jail.

Chapter
Twelve

Two
Percent of the Women in the World

Red turned around, her jaw set. Snapping her sunglasses off,
she shouted, “YOU.” Her pupils dilated. “If it isn’t the infamous Warner
Truman.” She stepped forward, bringing her face close to his. He could smell
her chewing gum.

“Nice to
see you, too, Mademoiselle.” Her
beauty was more magnetic than he’d remembered. Warner extended a hand, in hopes
she’d accept it. “And who are you pretending to be today?”

Irked by
his cool behavior, she brushed his hand away. “I should’ve figured. It’s your
hotel. Only an asshole would press charges.” She crossed her arms over her
breasts, possibly to calm her huff as she exhaled.

Warner
sidestepped her and faced the officer. “Do you have a private room we could
use—to talk?” He eyed the detective, then directed his attention to Red.

“Oui, follow me,” ordered the officer. He
appeared relieved to be getting rid of them both.

Hoping a
little Red would ease his frustration over Hôtel
du France, Warner inhaled her tuberose the second she walked past him. He
followed, entering an interrogation room maybe eight-by-ten feet in size with
no windows. It was dark, with dim ceiling light. They’d have some privacy.

“Your
paperwork is going to take about an hour. I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”

“Mr. Warner
is going to drop these silly charges. You don’t have to file anything.” Red
tried again to persuade Gaston, putting her hand on his shoulder. She stood
taller than he did. Her confidence felt alluring and annoying at the same time.

Officer
Gaston smirked up at her, as if to say, “We’ll see.” He closed the door,
leaving them alone.

AVERY ASTER pens erotic romance for Ellora's Cave. As a
resident of New York's Upper East Side and a graduate from New York University,
Avery gives readers an inside look at the city's glitzy nightlife, socialite
sexcapades and tall tales of the über-rich and ultra-famous. "I write
about what I see in my metropolis that never sleeps--Manhattanites on the quest
for a passionate thrill," Avery says. "By and large, my characters
are drop-dead gorgeous, ripped straight from the headlines and on the hunt for
their next conquest."